दास्ताँ - ऐ- मोहब्बत
इश्क में आपके, हमारा बड़ा बुरा हाल है,
रात भर बातें करे आप, और नींदें हमारी हलाल है!
हम कहें तो उल्लू, और वही बात आप कहो तो कमाल है,
और जवाब अगर मांगो, तो बेतुके हमारे सवाल है?
न खाने का होश न पिने का, ऐसे मिले आपके ताल है,
कर देंगे हमको पागल एक दिन, ऐसा मचाया आपने बवाल है!
तोहफे मिले आपको, और छूटता हमारा माल है,
फस गए हम जिस में, कैसा ये जंजाल है!
जब से हुई सगाई आपकी, कुछ बदली बदली सी चाल है,
देखते हैं आइना हमेशा, पर चेहरा क्यों रहता लाल है?
पर, इन्ही अदाओं पे आपकी तो जीजी भी हमारी निहाल है,
अब हम क्या करे, बन के रह गए बेहाल है!
इतना सब कुछ कह गए हम, पर बातें आपकी चलती अन्तरकाल है,
अब आप ही बताइए, क्या ग़लत हमारा ख्याल है ??
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Thursday, November 6, 2008
PAYBACK TIME...
PAYBACK TIME
As I saw Papa today,
Suddenly noticed his hair turn gray,
I saw a few wrinkles,
A mist in the eyes that always twinkle!
Why did I never notice it before?
Was I too busy in my own chores?
But of course his fading memory,
& those increased periods of reverie...
A little hunch in that giant stride,
His rising desire to see me a bride!
I remember him as my hero!
So finicky about how I grow!
He always did my homework for me;
All it needed – a little whim & plea!
He worked hard all day & night,
Striving to make our future bright,
& those fun-filled fake fights,
When he assured “You have great might!”
Now the time that the table is turned,
A beautiful lesson I have learnt!
Till yesterday, he was my shelter,
Now it’s my turn to look after...
Take him back to the carefree days,
Where he can be a child again...
Stroll along in his excursion,
On the heavenly journey of reinvention!!!
As I saw Papa today,
Suddenly noticed his hair turn gray,
I saw a few wrinkles,
A mist in the eyes that always twinkle!
Why did I never notice it before?
Was I too busy in my own chores?
But of course his fading memory,
& those increased periods of reverie...
A little hunch in that giant stride,
His rising desire to see me a bride!
I remember him as my hero!
So finicky about how I grow!
He always did my homework for me;
All it needed – a little whim & plea!
He worked hard all day & night,
Striving to make our future bright,
& those fun-filled fake fights,
When he assured “You have great might!”
Now the time that the table is turned,
A beautiful lesson I have learnt!
Till yesterday, he was my shelter,
Now it’s my turn to look after...
Take him back to the carefree days,
Where he can be a child again...
Stroll along in his excursion,
On the heavenly journey of reinvention!!!
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